I lost myself in the moment and found myself for a lifetime

Part 4. The cadence of grief is weighted and glacial. Sometimes stillness is its only movement. Grief’s breath has its own will and occurs when it remembers or is coaxed or prodded. Grief has its own rules. Grief is dehydrating. Grief is amnestic. How are you addressing the dualities of slow moving grief against the accelerated speed of events?